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Here we see F.C.Hibberd 3294, an 11 ton "Planet" loco supplied to Creekmouth Power Station at Barking in 1948, from where it was made redundant before the power stations there closed in the 1980s and subsequently demolished.
It was saved for preservation, here seen at the Old Station museum at North Woolwich c.1988 before they got it working and gave it a coat of blue paint.
It can now be found at the Royal Gunpowder Mills, Waltham Abbey.
december 27, 2011
in this photo: gibba.
like i said before, all these shots are inspired by nirrimi, no one can compares to her.
Yes, the opposing keeper made the save on Jen #65, one of Riley's best friend. In regular season play, the team has 14 goals, of which 12 have been scored by Jen and Riley. Yes, I'm a proud dad!
Choking baby saved by police officer.
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I believe most of the objects in our everyday experience can have a second life and often spend time thinking about how to reuse something or what purpose it might have long after it’s original intent has passed. When I saw the shape of the jar, as well as the size of the lid I knew it would make an interesting “holder” and paperweight. I also was inspired to use both components of the jar as functioning pieces that "worked" together. Once I began to look at the natural-tone of the brown lid I thought of sand and how it might complement the lid color. I also thought the use of sand would be a daily reminder of how I was keeping plastic out of the ocean. I also like the look and feel of sand because it instantly reminds me of the ocean, which reminds me of special times and trips with friends and family. Plus who doesn’t want to have all of their pencils in one place!
dork!
toby was sitting on jeff's chair, but jeff wanted to sit there to eat lunch. jeff politely asked toby to move, but because toby is both stubborn and deaf, he declined. jeff pretended to sit on top of him to get him to move, which didn't really work out well for either of them. jeff ended up tipping his plate (with un-folded burrito) and grasping it between his thighs to keep it from falling onto the carpet. i expected to hear loud swearing as a result of the taco juices to the leg, but instead i heard a very triumphant "SAVED!"
also, jeff was peed on earlier.
and since i couldn't stop laughing at jeff's burrito-leg, i suppose i deserved getting baby pee on myself twice later in the day.
This is my final piece for my college project ''Self Image''. For the project, we had to create a photo that portrayed us in some form or another. There's a meaning behind this but i'll leave that for you guys to interpret on your own. :)
It's my birthday on Sunday!! i'll be 17. Awww yeeeeeee :D
Camille West » Save The Snail
It was a quiet cafe in Orleans, France
where we held our midnight rendezvous,
conspiring pour la resistance
It seemed like something Woody Allen would do,
talking politics, ethics, animal rights
one fateful night long ago.
The mood like the food we kept it light
till someone ordered escargot.
How sad for the snails, I cried woefully
shedding tears on my brioche.
To have given up their lives needlessly
for the bourgeoisie, how gauche
To my friends, I cried You and your dialectic.
Save the dolphins.
Save the ozone.
Save the whale...
There is a factory I know where they are farming escargot.
We must save our friend the snail.
We planned the mission with the utmost precision,
spied the factory from across the boulevard.
The alarm was taken care of by Pierre the electrician,
while I seduced- I mean, subdued- the guard.
Need I tell you, our timing was crucial
not to be caught at the scene of the crime.